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[Chele]

About me: My name's Chele. I've been roleplaying for many years across numerous mediums. Over the course of roleplaying, I've written various time periods and plots over my many years of roleplay. I enjoy fantasy (low and high), dark fantasy, some modern, and crime related scenes. In my free time I do a lot of gaming or doomscrolling YT. Nothing too exciting, I admit.

Reply times/length: I typically attempt to reply once a day, however sometimes life can get hectic so it may be every other day. Should that change, I'll let my partners know. As for post length, it all depends on what's called for. I can be overly verbose or short, if a certain part of a scene calls for it. I do typically write a lot of description and internal monologue in my posts.

Violence/kink: I do enjoy playing violence and gore, but it does depend on the scene. Some scenes call for it while others don't.

NO scat, urine, animal abuse, furries, scalies, extreme body modification, vore.

Outside of the no's, I'm open to discuss things.

Pairings and plot: I play MxF and FxF. I will not play a submissive male toward other males or females. I also play both male and female characters. I play both females and males as Dom/mes but I also do play submissive females (depending on the scene).

I'm currently in the mood for a story driven plot that contains a lot of violence and conflict as well as smut. About 60-70% story to 30%-40% smut. I currently don't have a set plot in mind but it's something I'd like to work to build with a partner.

I'm also interested in a crime related plot. Whether that is as criminals, as a couple of cops/agents, or some variation of criminal/agent. (There would not need to be smut involved with this plot idea).

• In a world where magic is outlawed, numerous people are forced to track down the last person known to have magical abilities. The magic user is found and made to travel with her captor while also having to help fight off the others who are coming to sacrifice her to the deity that seeks her power. (Non-con/dub-con, forced romance)
• Two generals in a struggling power dynamic on the battlefield while at war. Competing with one another for favoritism with the lord on their battle tactics, a power dynamic is also taking place behind closed doors.
  Spoiler: Backstory

  As the war raged on, the two generals stood at a large table, the king sat at the head of it. Draped over a third of a table was a large map that showcased battle positions with figurines used to mark various platoons. Things had gotten heated in the tent they all stood in after a disagreement with the general Trech's planning. The gaunt man had pointed a shaky finger toward an opening between the mouth of two mountain sides as he explained it was the best positioning to hold their defenses. Explaining that it would force the opposing troops into a weak attack position. Sitting in silence, the king rested his chin in his hand, index finger extending upward to press against his cheek. There was no real interest in it for him. He trusted his generals implicitly to fight and win wars in his name. Instead, he was far more interested in the confrontation that was brewing between his two generals.
  
  A hand slammed down onto the table as the other general finally interjected. Her face was filled with rage over the incompetence of the old man that still held a position he'd long grown far too senile for. Plates, cups, and silverware rattled on the table from the force of the hand's strength coming down and caused the older general to jump with fright. The small figurines shifted slightly in their position but were quickly readjusted by the help that had set them there to begin with.
  
  Valeria was vastly different than the general who stood opposite of her. In her prime, she was well built with blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. While the older general dressed in full armor, she instead wore form fitting leathers that allowed for easier movement rather than the bulkier pieces that would keep her weighed down in a formal scenario. A single digit came to tap down roughly against the map over the outside of one of the mountainsides. It drew a confused look on general Trech's face causing him to shake his head and begin to protest. Before he could get a word out, he was shut down by the sharp voice that cut through the tent.
  
  "There is a pass here at the edge of this mountainside. You would know this if you weren't too scared to send a scouting group forward rather than relying solely on the maps provided. If we send the troops to guard the pass between the mountains, we leave our troops open to be flanked from the back which would lead to mass casualties. You've been at this for far too long and have an outdated mindset on how battle works. Too frail to step on the battlefield and too weak minded to lead your men."
  
  General Trech looked on aghast. How could a younger general who didn't have the commendations he held speak to him in such a way. The general's mouth hung open causing already hollowed cheeks to make him look more ancient, yet he struggled to come up with a counter argument to what was said. Armor shifted on his frail form as he attempted to look over the map in disbelief. "The maps are meant to be accurate," he said in a shaky voice.
  
  The king had heard enough though the smirk worn on his face clearly showed who he favored in that moment. "General Trech, did you not know that there was a path that had been worn down from the past several years of heavy rain? Did you not sent a scouting team to venture out to inspect the terrain before this battle began?" The king rose his brow as he stared harshly toward the perplexed general.
  
  "I - I didn't know that the map was incorrect," he said with bewilderment. "The maps are updated, and this should be the most recent topography." The old general's voice was strained as he attempted to explain his error, but the king had heard enough.
  
  "General, it will be best that you return home and awaited further instructions. Go. Now." The king's voice was firm but unconcerned with the current situation. As the general walked toward the flaps of the tent, his armor clanked with the sad sound of defeat. The old man's head hung down sending long white hair cascading over his face. He soon vanished after stepping through the flaps which left Valeria and the king in the tent with the help. "There were better ways that could've been handled, Valeria," he lilted. "Another general gone because of your perceptive ways. I cannot complain, however. I'd rather a hardheaded general that knows the lay of the land rather than," he paused to wave his hand dismissively toward the tent's exit, "that."
  
  A heavy sigh left the man; the bridge of his nose pressed against by thumb and forefinger. "Officer Hadry, I need a message sent home. Another general is required to deal with this general's obstinacy. Do make sure it's someone who's just as spiteful yet cunning as she is. Having two strong generals with competing ideas is far more amusing than watching one trounce the other so effortlessly and entertainment is in short supply." The officer would give a salute before exiting the tent to make arrangements on the next general leaving one less person in the room with the two. "If you didn't have the mindset needed to plan for battle and you weren't so entertaining to watch belittle others, I would've had you thrown out of this kingdom long ago, Valeria."
  
  Leather creaked softly as she rose her arms up to cross just beneath breasts. While there was a stoic expression worn, her eyes twinkled with pride. "That would've been a mistake even if I wasn't good at battle, planning or banter, your highness." The king scoffed and finally pulled his hand from his face to wave Valeria off. He'd had enough entertainment for the time being and it was getting close to lunch. At least in a few days, things would be getting interesting again.

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